Belly Dance Artist

Belly Dance Artist

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The First Dance

Today has been a day for remembering, peace and solitude. Looking at where I am now and where I was.

I was never enrolled in a dance class as a toddler, yougin' or young adult. I found my very first dance class almost 5 years ago at age 19. When anyone asks I tell them that's the first I had ever danced.

I realized today that that's not true. I danced at high school dances, albeit I'll admit I had no idea what I was doing; but even before that I learned to move with grace through the leaves and limbs of our neighbors tree. I used to sit in that tree and read to my hearts content, only coming down when the street lights came on, but I suppose you could say it was tradition after I came home from school to gaze at the tree from my front porch, suddenly break out into a sprint, grab a hold the lowest branch and pull, swing, push and step as lightly and quickly to the top as I could. I spent my youth in that tree, it was my escape from everything, it was the first dance I learned.

1 comment:

  1. Dancing in Tony's tree! I'll never forget the first time I saw you in the top of that tall tree! Yikes!